Saturday, October 6, 2012

for the rich painter or i dwell in creation

brought to you by the creation of robert pollard

I am a scientist - I seek to understand me All of my impurities and evils yet unknown I am a journalist - I write to you to show you I am an incurable And nothing else behaves like me And I know what’s right But I’m losing sight Of the clues for which I search and choose To abuse To just unlock my mind Yeah, and just unlock my mind I am a pharmacist Prescriptions I will fill you Potions, pills and medicines To ease your painful lives I am a lost soul I shoot myself with rock & amp; roll The hole I dig is bottomless But nothing else can set me free And I know what’s right But I’m losing sight Of the clues for which I search and choose To abuse To just unlock my mind Yeah, and just unlock my mind I am a scientist - I seek to understand me I am an incurable and nothing else behaves like me Everything is right Everything works out right Everything fades from sight Because that’s alright with me